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CHAPTER 29

Law knew he was playing the General’s game. He’d been searching for two and a half hours. Two and a half fucking hours. And he still had no clue where they’d put her.

He’d figured out by the third location, they were using places where Sabre had bested the Society. Actually, bested the General.

But they’d been to all those places now. He had no idea where to look. The phones hadn’t moved in thirty minutes.

Was that it? Was the General finished playing?

Rage, unlike anything he’d ever known, flashed over his entire body. His entire soul, if he had one. If he lost her, he would make the Society pay.

He’d toss a match on everything they had and watch it burn. Nothing would matter without Lovelyn.

He’d never felt so helpless in his life. He’d pulled out all the stops. Used every contact, burned every bridge.

And it had gotten him nothing. He felt like a lit fuse waiting to explode. Everything inside him urged him to act, to win the fight. Instead, he was waitingfor a miracle.

Zane sat a few feet away from him. The kid looked ravaged.

Gage clapped a hand on Law’s shoulder. “Hold on, brother. Today is not our day to lose. Something will happen and we’ll find your girl.

Law wanted to believe that was true.

His phone dinged with a notification. Who the fuck would be texting him now? Everyone he knew, his brothers, his friends, everyone was here with him. He almost ignored it but decided at the last minute to see who it was.

Another unknown number.

He opened the text and read. And the world began turning again.

She’sin a shallow grave at the main gate to your land. Hurry ~Ravage.

CHAPTER 30

“Get out of my fucking way!”

Lovie tried to open her eyes, but they were just too heavy. She was expending all the energy she had just to keep her heart beating. Could she do that? Will her heart to keep beating?

Then hands were beating at her. Scraping against her clothes, her skin. Really? What was the deal? Was it not enough that she was so tired she couldn’t move?

She tried, but it was as if her limbs belonged to someone else’s body. One she couldn’t control.

Then someone forced something that smelled like plastic over her mouth and nose — as if it wasn’t already hard enough to draw breath.

And if these people didn’t get their hands off her and stop swiping at her, she was going to scream. She sucked in a deep breath. At least she tried. Her lungs were moving, it was just they weren’t taking in air.

Probably because someone had put a mask over her face.

Suddenly, it was too much. She was still so tired. Tired of the cold. Tired of the hands swatting at her. Tired of waiting for her Daddy to come.

Well, that wasn’t true. She’d never get tired of waiting for her Viking Daddy. Not ever.

Hands worked their way under her armpits and lifted her from the cold ground. Large, rough hands. Her Viking’s hands.

She tried to call his name, to wrap her arms around him. But her body wouldn’t cooperate.

“Get the hell out of my way.” Her Viking Daddy was running? Why was he running? It hurt. She didn’t like the jostling.

She really wanted to open her eyes. It wasn’t fair they wouldn’t do as she said. If her Daddy told them to open, she bet they’d do it then.

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